November blues…

The weather has been great. The air is crisp and clean. It’s been a beautiful fall with unseasonably warm days, great for riding, but I can’t help feeling a little melancholy. Summer is over and winter looms ahead. I want more summer. I’m not ready for bitter, cold. Lucky me, lucky Asheville. We’re still enjoying 60 degree days in the middle of November and I’m talking about cold weather that hasn’t even happened yet.

I think part of the reason for my solemn mood is the disappearance of our shop cat last Sat. night. We had a small impromptu Halloween party and she slipped out the door. I loooooove that cat. I’ve been relentlessly searching for her ever since I discovered her absence. I’ve plastered West Asheville with flyers. I’ve fruitlessly followed several “leads” from people raking leaves in their yard who “think they may have seen a cat like that the other day over at such and such…” One guy, who was missing several teeth and introduced himself as “Ernest”, kept insisting that I “come into the house for a minute”, I declined the invitation. I’ve bushwhacked through briars and brambles all over West Asheville. I thoroughly investigated the area around a “compost pile” near 191 where someone thought they saw her. I’ve tentatively trespassed onto countless West Asheville properties calling in vain for my “kitty, kitty kitty”.  Most of the neighborhood thinks I’m insane at this point and to some degree they would be right. I keep going out everyday to the same places calling “kitty, kitty, kitty” and I keep getting the same result—nothing. Several people have told me about cats they want to give away. I don’t want their cat. I want my cat. I’m sad. I want my kitty back.

BTW, I’m going to force the entire staff of Pro Bikes to post on this blog so we will have posts a lot more often now. (It’s not hard to do something more often than never.)

Marty

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